I’ve been trying for a large part of the evening to write a poem on empathy and its role and remarkably growing absence across the world for some time now. The way between the conception of the idea and its actual execution has proven to be a tricky one yet again. And as it turns later and later and work beckons in the morning, it appears the planned poem will not make an appearance today, even though it’s probably not too far from finished. A pity. I was really looking forward to sharing it, but unfortunately, it’s not to be. Not yet, at least. In its stead, I give you a haiku on today’s writing process.
As the small hours rise
The poem I sought to write